I never, in a million years, expected that to happen; the thought never crossed my mind that I would walk into the bathroom and have a gun pointed at my face.

“Sleep, Baby.” Wilder is wrapped around my back, our legs twisted together.

“I was scared, but I also knew you would come for me,” I confess, and it’s the truth. I was scared, but I knew that I would be okay because Wilder was there.

“I will never let anything happen to you, Sweetheart. Not sure I will let you out of my sight anytime soon, though.” He bites my earlobe and hugs me tighter.

“I don’t mind,” I say softly, my eyes drifting closed, letting sleep overtake me.

I arrive at the club around ten o’clock that night. Joslyn is sound asleep and will be out of it for a while. The club doctor got her some sleeping pills to help her relax.

Joslyn was more in shock than anything else after everything happened. It was hard for her to wrap her head around the thought of her mother and stepfather planning on killing her.

They are evil fucking people. Some people should not be allowed to breathe.

Luckily for her mother, we wouldn’t kill or hurt a woman in any way, but the other ole ladies haven’t made that promise. Her mother is probably getting the ass beating of her life right about now.

Brittany is on the front line, along with Shaylin, my mom, and Amelia. My cousin Travis volunteered to keep an eye on the women. Joslyn’s stepfather, Charlie, is ours. He fucked up because he pointed a gun and was attempting to kill a princess of the club, and my woman.

My fucking woman.

He is going to regret this with every bit of his being. I will not tolerate this. Joslyn is the sweetest and most gentle person I have ever met, and the thought of her scared has me raging.

Time for fun. I step into the room to see him hanging from the ceiling. I grin at him, my eyes moving down to the puddle of piss under his feet that is growing as I stand in front of him.

“Well, well, Charlie, it seems that we have a bit of a fucking problem here.”

He shakes his head, his feet pushing at the ground, trying to get away from me.

“You were going to kill what was mine, Joslyn is my woman. That is the biggest mistake of your life.”

I nod at Derek. He hands me some brass knuckles, and I slowly put them on, watching Charlie squirm. “Because after I am done with you, these guys are taking their turn. The guy to the left of me is her father, the guy beside him is her brother and, if there is anything left of you, that’s fucking it.”

He starts to speak, but my fist lands on his jaw. Teeth and bones break under my fist, the sound thundering through the room.

Travis’s laugh is echoing through the room, and Joslyn’s mother is getting off the ground. You see, Shaylin untied her and we are letting her fight back for the fun of it.

My mother, who is also my aunt, kicks her right in the face. “That is for my daughter-in-law, you stupid bitch!” She throws her fist out, and Joslyn’s mother’s head whips to the side.

My mother actually loves Joslyn. She met her before she left and thought she was the sweetest thing ever. But honestly, we all think that. Joslyn is pure and innocent, and we all want to protect her.

We all heard how her mom treated her and about everything that went down tonight, and we all volunteered to give her an ass whipping.

“My turn!” I sing and Travis laughs.

These women are fucking vicious; they prance around like they are having the time of their lives. Wilder’s mom, Darla, is the worst—well, until Brittany and Shaylin.

Brittany is one woman I will not fuck with—or Shaylin, for that matter. But Shaylin will just shoot your ass—Brittany fucks with you.

Brittany is walking around Joslyn’s mom slowly, touching her in certain places. “Now, will you ever contact Joslyn again?” Her voice is sweet—and, shit, that is a total lie. Brittany is also dressed to the fucking nines. Her hair is curled and she is wearing stilettos, looking like she is going out on a date instead of this.

“Go to hell.”

Brittany smiles and stomps on her hand, the heel of her shoe grinding into her palm. I laugh loudly because only Brittany could do something like that while being completely classy.

Brittany says, “Now are we going to stay from Joslyn?”

Joslyn’s mother looks around the room, and her shoulders sag. She looks like she’s finally giving in, but I don’t believe that shit for one second. We won’t hurt women—she will be let go—but a prospect will be taking her a couple of states away, dumping her with enough money so she doesn’t starve but not enough to get back here.

“Bitch, you better fucking stay away. I do not play games.” Shaylin takes out her gun, pointing it right at the middle of her forehead. “You come back, a bullet will be right between your eyes.”

For the first time I see pure fear in Joslyn’s mother’s eyes. Shaylin doesn’t play fucking games and she is gun happy.

“I promise,” she finally says.

“Good, I need to get home to my baby.” Shaylin tucks her gun back in her waistband and walks out the door. Brittany follows with Wilder’s mother close behind, and Amelia grins, waves goodbye to Joslyn’s mother, and leaves.

I’m alone with Joslyn’s mother. “I would listen to them. These women don’t make threats, they make promises.”

At that I walk straight to the room where I will take my turn. What he’s done was far worse than what Joslyn’s mother did. He pointed a gun at Joslyn with the intent to kill. That is one of the worst offenses you can commit, and it’s especially bad because we just found out that she is an MC princess on top of being an ole lady.

This shit doesn’t fucking fly.

“Any last words?” Lane says, standing beside me. My gun is pointing at Charlie’s head. He is now on his knees before me. He does not get the honor of dying on his feet.

Nobody gets to do that to my Joslyn and get away with it. Charlie has been pummeled by the fists of every single member of the club, and now it’s time for me to end it, setting Joslyn free from everyone who has bothered her. She needs this peace.

“Fuck you and fuck that bitch that caused this,” he grunts through his toothless mouth.

“Enjoy hell, motherfucker.” I pull the trigger.

* * *

I wake up alone in bed. “Wilder?”

He walks into the room and I sigh, covering myself back up with the blanket. I thought he left. “Yeah, Baby?” He crawls into bed, pulling me to him.

“Will you make love to me?” Today has been a horrible day. I just want to escape reality for a little.

He doesn’t answer me. He just lifts my shirt over my head and peels off his underwear. I hungrily look at him: his abs, the tattoos lingering across his skin. He is just perfect.

He throws the blanket off of me, leaving me completely naked. He climbs on the bed, his hand curling around my foot, and pulls me down, his mouth clamping down on me.

My back arches, and I throw my legs on his shoulders. “God!” I cry out. His movements are more aggressive than last time, sucking and nipping all the right places.

“Come,” he growls, his fingers curling and twisting inside me.

My body stiffens before shattering into a million pieces. He crawls up my body, his lips and tongue dragging on my skin.

I raise my head and kiss him softly. My hands run down his back, my nails slightly digging, and my legs hug his hips.

He falls down to his elbows, his hips dip forward, and he slowly slides in. There is no pain at all this time, just intense pleasure. I throw my head back, and Wilder kisses my neck.

“You good, Baby?” he asks.

“More than fine.” I gasp.

“Hold on, Baby.” He slides out then back in, hard. He searches my face to make sure I’m good, and that is when he lets loose, his hips smacking into mine, hammering into me.

It is absolutely amazing. I have never felt anything like this before.

He does it over and over, his hips tilting to drive me crazy. My skin tingles, my toes curl, and my body stiffens. I clamp down on him, and his hand sneaks between our bodies, rolling my clit. I fall over the edge once more.

He comes a second later, and our gazes snap to each other. Mine is probably filled with horror. We didn’t use a condom.

He lays his forehead on my shoulder, and we are both silent. “We might be okay.” I start counting to see when my last period was. Fuck. “Not good, Wilder,” I whisper, and I kiss the side of his head while I am internally freaking out.

He finally lifts his head, looking at me. I bring my hands up, touching his face, and he smiles. It’s like a weight is lifted off of me.

“Baby, don’t worry. I was planning on you having my babies, and if it happens to be sooner rather than later, then I am totally fine with it.”

My stomach flips once again. I can’t believe he just said that.

“Baking is something I love, but being a mom is my dream. I love taking care of people,” I confess and he kisses my cheek.

“Then I don’t see the use for condoms anymore, do you?” He winks and I laugh because, in the end, even if we don’t work out I will always have my baby, but I have a strong feeling that he and I are going to be forever.

The thought of him not being in my life hurts; he has become such a huge part of it.

“Let’s go shower.” He lifts me off the bed and carries me to the shower.

This is crazy and definitely not normal, but normal is overrated.